Samuel adjusted his holo-sculpting device, giving him the appearance of a perfectly toned body; despite being flabby and nearing 60, he wanted to look 30.


    Marsha did the same before going on their first date.


    “You look lovely, Marsha.“


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    “Well, not really.” Marsha blushed.


    “Of course, none of us do, right?”


    Marsha smiled. “Will you please order for me?”


    “Oh, sure? I guess?” Samuel selected appetizers from the tablet’s menu.


    Moments later, their meals arrived by robo-waiter.


    “Why aren’t you eating Marsha? Don’t you like the food?”


    “I can’t …” she cried while her holographic arms passed through the plate.